"Steward Dugan!" called the admiral, rather sharply, and the man stepped over quickly.
"I sent Hecht after that new steward," declared the admiral. "Hecht hasn"t come back. Find him on the jump and learn his reason for the delay."
In something like a minute more both Dugan and Hecht returned.
"I couldn"t find Dudley, sir," reported Hecht. "I"ve looked for him everywhere that he ought to be."
"Then find the first officer on duty that you can, and, with my compliments, ask him to report instantly," ordered Admiral Bentley.
In barely more than a jiffy a young lieutenant of marine stepped into the room, saluting the admiral.
"Lieutenant, a new steward known as Dudley is being sought for. Order the guard at the side gangway to let no one overboard, unless he is certain that the one seeking to pa.s.s is not Steward Dudley. Then have the ship searched thoroughly for Dudley. When found, bring him just outside that door, under guard, and send in word to me."
Again the lieutenant saluted, then hurried from the room. The whole thing had been, ordered so quickly that few of the lunchers guessed that anything out of the ordinary was taking place. Admiral Bentley took up knife and fork, turning his attention to a dish that had just been laid before him.
The marine lieutenant was soon back.
"I regret to report, admiral," he murmured, in a low voice, "that the sentry at the side gangway states that Steward Dudley went over the side and started off in a sh.o.r.e boat at least five minutes ago. He displayed a paper which he said was a telegram you had ordered sent in a rush."
"Great Scott!" uttered Jacob Farnum, laying down knife and fork in a tremble. "Then, by flight, the fellow confesses his ident.i.ty. Admiral, we feel that we simply must get ash.o.r.e without the loss of an instant.
That rascal must be found."
"Certainly," agreed Admiral Bentley, rising. "Do not lose an instant."
Turning to the marine lieutenant, he added:
"My compliments to the officer of the deck, and ask him to see that these gentlemen have a sh.o.r.e boat placed at their disposal without any loss of time. Or, that they have any facilities they may wish for going to any part of the fleet. No thanks, gentlemen. I appreciate your need of haste and wish you every success."
The half-curious eyes of many persons followed these three guests, as the boatbuilder, the inventor and the young submarine captain hastily left the room, followed by the marine lieutenant.
As soon as the admiral"s order had been transmitted to him, the lieutenant in charge of the deck ran to the side gangway, looking for a sh.o.r.e boat.
"Just our confounded luck when we"re in a hurry," he muttered. "The only boat I can get is the one that just took Steward Dudley ash.o.r.e. See, there it is over yonder, leaving the pier. It will be here within five minutes."
"Then I thank our lucky stars," cried Captain Jack, pointing, "for here comes our own good boat, and we can take it, instanter, if you"ll permit it to come alongside, Lieutenant.
"Certainly," replied that officer.
Hal Hastings was at the deck wheel, in charge of the boat. He had just taken a party of sightseeing naval officers back to their ship, and was on his way to the "Pollard"s" moorings. He caught sight of Benson"s signals, and, slowing down the speed, ran neatly in alongside of the battleship"s gangway platform.
In another twinkling the trio in haste were aboard their own boat.
"Better hurry below," advised Captain Jack. "Ship the ventilators and I"ll get inside, close the manhole cover and handle the boat from the conning tower. Then, if Arthur Miller is watching us from the sh.o.r.e, he"ll think we have officers aboard and are manoeuvering to show off the boat."
"Arthur Miller?" gasped Hal, in astonishment.
"Down below with you, Hastings," replied Jacob Farnum, pushing him gently. "When we"ve time to talk we"ll tell you."
When, therefore, within sixty seconds, the "Pollard" left the flagship"s side, she was equipped for diving. A casual observer would have believed she was about to do so with some inspecting party of naval officers.
As he sat in the conning tower Captain Jack steered the most direct course for the pier to which the supposed Miller had gone in the flagship"s sh.o.r.e boat.
In order to do this, the young captain had to cut across the bow of a battleship that had just gotten under way. There was plenty of searoom for this manoeuvre, so Captain Jack did not hesitate.
Once past the bows of that battleship, however, the young submarine captain"s heart gave a mighty bound.
For, just beyond, was another battleship, also under good headway. The "Pollard" was between the two. To go ahead meant a collision with the second battleship, while to reverse speed meant to back into the battleship just pa.s.sed.
To turn and run between them in either direction might have been feasible, but the battleships, seeing the trouble of the little submarine, were sounding conflicting signals.
It was a situation that had to be met and solved in a second.
Jack Benson"s heart seemed to stop beating; he felt ill, and a cold perspiration beaded his face all at once.
"Hold fast!" he roared down the stairway.
Then he did the only thing that could be done in a second.
Without waiting to shut off the gasoline power, he reached out for the conning tower controls. Like a flash, and with high nervous energy, he operated the mechanism that would fill the diving tanks in an instant.
In rushed the water, faster than it had ever done before. Down dived the "Pollard" like a lump of lead. To the startled onlookers on other ships she seemed almost to stand on her nose. Those on the decks of the two nearest battleships saw the "Pollard"s" propellers uppermost of all, and revolving fast.
Then out of sight went the little submarine. Those below in her cabin and engine room had been pitched forward on their faces. Captain Jack fairly sprawled over the wheel.
Down went the little boat to a depth of some seventy feet. Then Captain Jack had the presence of mind to bring her to an even keel. A couple of hundred yards he ran under water. Then, shutting off the motive power, he called below to turn the compressed air slowly into the water compartments.
"For I want to rise mighty gently," he called down, in explanation.
"Then, if we come up under some craft"s keel, we won"t hurt them or ourselves."
By this time the deck rails and rigging of many a naval vessel were crowded with officers and men, all anxious to know the fate of the plucky, or foolhardy, crew of the submarine.
A few moments pa.s.sed. Then the conning tower emerged from the water.
Next, the boat appeared, and rode at her proper amount of freeboard over the water.
What a deafening din of cheers filled the air. Men, everywhere, were waving uniform caps. Four of the big ships blew their whistles in harsh salute to this latest dash of Yankee bravery.
"Let us up on deck," cried David Pollard, excitedly. "We want to acknowledge some of that applause as modestly as possible."
The submarine"s entire crew were speedily on the platform deck, while Captain Jack was busily explaining to his friends the necessity that had arisen for such a prompt, deep dive.
"Oh, but that was magnificently done, Jack!" cried the inventor, in a transport of enthusiasm. "Hear them yell! See them wave! The din of the whistles! It was the best thing we"ve done or could do in the way of compelling advertising!"
"Advertising be--will keep!" rasped Jacob Farnum. "But, for now, Captain Benson, hustle over to that pier as fast as the speed of the boat will allow. Advertising--with Grace Desmond"s fortune and happiness at stake!"
So the young captain turned on speed, and steered on through the lanes of Naval vessels. Even on those craft from which his dashing, daring performance had not been witnessed the news was known, now, pa.s.sed from ship to ship by the wig-wagging of signal flags.
All the way into the pier the "Pollard" was greeted with tempestuous volleys of applause, for there is nothing the American naval tar loves as he does sheer, wild grit.
"Advertising, is it?" demanded Mr. Farnum, in raging disgust. "We"re getting plenty and to spare. No one within five miles of here can possibly be ignorant of the fact that the "Pollard" is making a hustle to the dock!"